The Calm Before the Storm

In the quiet winter snow

While all the world is sleeping,

I’ll stare at dust and wander lost

In warm memories I am keeping.

Very soon I will away

To find another time.

To study lives of the past

And sing another rhyme.

I’ll live and love in days and nights.

In unknown new adventures.

Withdrawing ne’er. Just to find

New marks upon my ledgers.

To drift and wade in long delight

And live a different fashion.

All the while speaking tongues

And experiencing new passion.

So here I go again, again,

Exploring on my own.

Nomadding mythological lands

And dreaming yet of home.